'Til Death Do Us Part
J. M. Hooks
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Chapter Five
Meetings Weapons
Jester came up to an old, abandoned building that she had never really noticed before. She stopped in front of it and looked up at it, tilting her head to the side some.
Suddenly, the door opened and Jester stared at the spot, seeing no one there. She walked forward, jumping when the door slammed shut.
A maniacal laughter sounded out and a man screamed, sounding more like a little girl than a full-grown man, but oh well. Jester snickered at the sound and proceeded forward, her curiosity getting the best of her.
Jester came to a room with Phil tied down to a table, looking a lot like he had been through Hell and back. He was sweating and looked exhausted.
Almost immediately, Jester was grabbed from behind and her eyes covered. Jester grabbed the hands, but stopped there, realizing that they were all too familiar.
"Who are you?" She asked and her attacker chuckled.
Suddenly, her eyes were uncovered, but her coxcomb was taken off, very quickly. Jester looked around, wide-eyed.
"Turn around, child." A male voice said and she did, but, slowly.
"Jonathan!" Jester screeched and she jumped on the man, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Scarecrow had, luckily, removed his mask before she had come in so that he could fix his messy hair. Jester didn't have anythng blocking her many kisses, all over his face. Jester pulled back long enough to look him in the eye.
"You're beautiful, child. You haven't changed a bit. . . looks wise, anyway." He told her, gazing over her features.
"Well, you have." Jester countered and she got out a handkerchief and wet it with her tongue. "You're a lot dirtier."
She used the handkerchief to wipe off some dirt on his face and he smiled, eventually, starting to laugh.
"What do you think is so funny?" Jester asked, not stopping the cleaning of his face.
"The 'Mother Hen' thing you have going on now." Scarecrow said, setting the girl back in the floor.
Scarecrow looked down at the woman in his arms, mostly staring at the outfit she was wearing.
"Why do you dress like that?" Scarecrow asked and Jester smiled big.
The woman pulled back and began to laugh. Jester put one leg forward and bowed, her arms straight out. Suddenly, Jester trew herself backward, doing a double backflip, landing at Phil's side.
Phil looked up at her and shook violently. He looked absolutely terrified.
Jester stuck a hand in the bag slung over over her shoulder and pulled out a white mask.
She held it up above Phil's face and the man started to sweat heavily.
Suddenly, the mask was shoved onto Phil's face and he began to scream and struggle against his bonds.
"You would jest saying that I am not the best." Jester said, smiling wildly.
Scarecrow came forward, interested with what he saw.
"What are those little devices?" He asked, looking back and forth between Jester and the mask.
"Just a little thing I made. There's a microchip in there that searches out the nerves closest to the surface of the skin and creates a suction-like action to hold it in place. After it is in place, electrical jolts are administered to the nerves causing convulsions and eventual brain death if the shocks are too much for the individual." Jester said, trailing her gloved finger over the smooth surface of the mask.
"Nice. Anything else you want to show me?" The man asked, staring into her eyes.
Her hands, once again, went into the bag slung over her shoulder. She pulled out a round object with a grenade-like tab.
"These little babies are, what I call, 'joltenades'!" Jester said, happily. "Take out the tab, hit your target, and, bingo! Extra crispy chicken wings!" She laughed, hysterically.
"I like the sound of that!" Scarecrow laughed.
"Also, my nerve serum." Jester said, getting a dead-serious look on her face. "I save the best for last."
"Nerve serum. I really like the sound of that." Scarecrow said, lowering his voice.
"Knew ya would." Jester said, swinging her paint ball gun off her shoulder, after putting the joltenade away.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a vial of the green liquid and held it up.
"Only try to handle when you have thick gloves on. This can be lethal if it gets that chance to sink through your skin and into your bloodstream." She said, showing it to the man before her. "Magnifies pain by a thousand. My first and best creation."
"I must admit, I'm impressed, child." Scarecrow said, staring at the vial. "You've been busy while I have been away, haven't you, Jess?"
"I had to spend all that extra time doing something productive." Jester said, putting the vial away.
Just then, Scarecrow noticed something on her left hand. He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her glove off.
On Jester's left ring finger, there was a ring with a golden band and a sparkling diamond in the center. Scarecrow ran his fingers over it, gently.
"You kept it! I can't believe it!" He gasped, at a loss for words.
"Of course, I kept it! Why would I not?" Jester said, making him look up at her face.
"I don't know. I just thought that when I got out, you would have someone else's ring on your finger." Scarecrow whispered, looking into her eyes.
"I love you too much to do something that horrible to someone as wonderful as you!" Jester said, using her free hand to cup his cheek. "You know better than that, Jonathan!"
"You sound like you are scolding a child." Scarecrow told her, smiling, and bringing up a hand to cup the one on his cheek.
"I kinda feel like I am." Jester chuckled.
Suddenly, Scarecrow got a sneaky expression and Jester tilted her head to the side, looking up at him, questioningly.
"I believe I've just gotten myself an idea, my love. An idea that I need your help with." Scarecrow said in a low voice.
"What is it?" Jester asked, getting excited.
"I'll tell you in under one condition." He replied, smirking down at her. "You have to kill that thing you call a mother." Jester smiled at this, wildly.
"No prob, my Master of Fear." Jester told him, then, she pulled him down into a kiss.